She had been to her Great-Aunt Willoughby’s before, and she knew exactly what to expect. She would be asked about her lessons, and how many marks she had, and whether she had been a good girl. I can’t...
She had surrendered her virtue at six-and-ten, to a beautiful blond-haired sailor on a trading galley up from Lys. He only knew six words of the Common Tongue, but fuck was one of them—the very word s...
She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.
She introduced herself to my parents with one of her mighty, bunny-crushing handshakes. (I'd never seen Claudia crush a bunny, to be fair, but that's the approximate level of pressure.)
She looked utterly betrayed, as betrayed as the most betrayed person in Shakespeare.
She seems somewhat morose and out of sorts. Do you beat her often?''I must admit that I do not.''There is the answer! Beat her well; beat her often! It will bring roses to her cheeks! There is nothing...
She was an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, sweet, sexy idiot.
So it was perfectly possible that there were men who liked shopping, men who understood exactly what it was all about, but Mma Ramotwe had yet to meet such a man. Maybe they existed elsewhere - in Fra...
So you're a Shadowhunter,' Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.''Was that before or after he tried to eat you?' Will inquired.
Sofia the kind of woman no matter what she have in her hand she make it look like a weapon.
Some drink to forget, I drink to remember. I drink in order to understand what I mean and to discover what I know. Under its benign influence all the stories and dramas which properly belong to the sp...
Some things were above my pay grade. Actually, there were things that slithered on their bellies that were higher than my pay grade.
Suddenly he caught his reflection in the mirror behind her. His face was twisted into a dark scowl, and he was standing there naked, with a boner, and another man’s business card in his hand.He looked...
Sure you can manage that broom, Potter? said a cold, drawling voice.Draco Malfoy had arrived for a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.Yeah, reckon so, said Harry casually.Got plenty of spe...
Sylvia grabs my sleeve. He’s a looker.I know. The problem is, he knows it, too.
Tell me, Lothaire, I want to know. Convince me why I should love you.Because any other female would!
That's what yer little sister said,' said Hagrid, nodding at Ron. Met her jus' yesterday.' Hagrid looked sideways at Harry, his beard twitching. 'Said she was jus' lookin' round the grounds, but I rec...
The Professor doesn’t have a problem being called Dick? If my name was Richard, I’d go by Richard or Rich . . . not Dick. Hell, I’d even settle for being called Chard.
The Robespierre women (as one tended to think of them now) were all on display. Madame looked actively, rather intimidatingly benevolent; it was her aim in life to find a Jacobin who was hungry, then...
The awful part of the writing game is that you can never be sure the stuff is any good.
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